EULOGIUMON THE LIFE, CHARACTER AND SERVICES OFHENRY CLAY,
BY THEODORE H. McCALEB.
Delivered in the Odd Fellows' Hall, on the 9th of December, 1852, on the occasion of the Funeral
Obsequies in honor of
CALHOUN, CLAY AND WEBSTER.

The solemn spectacle, fellow-citizens, which everywhere meets the eye, is one of profound and extraordinary interest.
The imposing Ceremonies in which we have been called to participate, have arrested the attention of every patriot, and
awakened the tenderest sensibilities of every heart. A day has been set apart by public authority and by common consent,
to be consecrated to national sorrow. Our beautiful city has suddenly paused in the midst of her wonted gaiety, to clothe
herself in the garments of mourning. Her accustomed song of joy and revelry is hushed; her voice of sorrow is mingling
with the funeral strain; and her heart all saddened and subdued, is throbbing in unison with the muffled drum, as it beats
the funeral march in honor of the fallen champions of the Republic.

While we contemplate these manifestations of public mourning, this temporary cessation of the ordinary pursuits of life,
the aspect of silent sadness which reigns in the usually active and crowded scenes of commercial industry, it is
impossible not to feel, and to feel deeply, how weak is the voice of eulogy, how powerless is all human effort to give an
adequate expression of our sorrows for the loss of those, to whose memory we have assembled to render our heartfelt
tribute of affectionate and grateful regard. It would be vain therefore for me to attempt to give utterance to the emotions
of profound humility with which I appear before you, your delegated organ, to perform the melancholy but grateful duty
assigned me on this interesting occasion.